R.A.P.

[Intro] Hi dada, it's time to take your medicine I love you [Verse 1: King Iso] Yeah Diagnosed as a menace, I'm dying slow by the minute Diet? No but I'm fixing to buy a coke and some chicken And dive over the shitter and die my nose for a minute Get a piece of the pie, play dominoes while I kick it Effect'll be Conoco that's why I'ma go when I flick it Bic inside of my pocket, you prolly just wanna bick it I'll politic with a bigot and got the vote like commitment Told the pope that he's fiction, I'm following no religion I'm John Travolta to Christians but I am morе of a Vincent And speaking of Vega, I'ma bе hoppin' over the fences And hold the chopper but muzzle 'em, dog you're gonna get bitten I'm sick off tops you'll probably flow a written I get "Ghosts" shot with "Power" leave Holy Spirits I been on watch, suicidal Rollie is tickin' Y'all spit no bars, you'll prolly won't go to prison People treating me snotty like I'm the nose that you're pickin' Or like I'm the Cola dealer they got their nose in my business Treat a hood like I'm Robin, I'm Robyn Hode on a mission I'm locked and loaded like I'm sipping vodka with co-defendants Man I'm not the one to go to war with You'll need more men, I'll bring it to your door It's not a Jehovah Witness So lock ya doors when I visit I prolly just sold ya system I'm pawning ya Xbox to buy me a solar system I could decode the physical properties ghosts exhibit Play with my dough, I'll kill you, I am molding an image Play with me I'll upstage you, I'm right like I wrote and scripted Plato's cave just caught on fire, you know who did it? Breaking out the Matrix, I'm Wachowski bros with the writtens They say that they sleeping on me I doubt it bro 'cause they're wicked My venom saving the world is possible when I spit it 'Cause every line that I write, the doctor wrote a prescription I'm ill [Pre-Chorus: King Iso] Yeah Something that a pill can't fix, (Pill can't fix) Niggas talkin' crazier than a mothafucka still ain't this (Still ain't this) To keep it one hundred that's why don't nobody feel they shit (Feel they shit) And when I catch 'em all slippin', them the ones I'll have a field day with [Chorus: King Iso] Fuck all that shit that they talkin' I'm really a psycho, really a psycho They rappin' about it but cap you ain't really a psycho, really a psycho Fuck all that shit that they talkin' I'm really a psycho, really a psycho Fuck all that shit that they talkin' I'm really a psycho, really a psycho [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Fuck the malarkey that you been taught All of you been lost, picture was painted but now it's oozing off The foolin' in schoolin' is subduin' the true in you and I'm a boolin' boss Sick and I come with a whoopin' cough (Whoop) Mentally I'm 'bout to gun the opps Try to butter me up, the U.S. is a Country Crock They hung T. Pac, revolution hungry packs Funky cops still look at 'em like they monkey Pacs I'm hella driven, my thought is not in a cell or prison I can smell a biggun we fail to get into elder living A jailer given, to go to impale a nig when he can sell religion TV cut off 'cause he had to tell a vision To an evil nyeupe lookin' down on us and we go buy Gucci They can never see-through my kufi 'til I'm showin' all deceitful I'm kooky R.A.P. I'm really a psycho, any other niggas who write it, it's really a typo So the bar may be or will be the Eiffel Irkin' the silly the spiteful concealing a bible (Oops) I mean a rifle Who is first to come with a nigga to go and break a Judas curse? And who disbursed? Feelings on my soo woo did hurt When nobody but Tech N9na wanted to do this verse So I got it Sanity is a no, sizable amount of psycho but can it be bigger though? It's when they give a bro nothing good and it's pitiful I give 'em back all the pain of like a trillion niggaros Under the sycamore tree, I'm playing a piccolo Instilling crazy and baby lady 'bout to deliver so You be hospitable 'cause my hitters invisible for this fire no bustin' up a chifforobe To give a glow with the flow [Pre-Chorus: King Iso] Yeah Something that a pill can't fix, (Pill can't fix) Niggas talkin' crazier than a mothafucka still ain't this (Still ain't this) To keep it one hundred that's why don't nobody feel they shit (Feel they shit) And when I catch 'em all slippin', them the ones I'll have a field day with [Chorus: King Iso] Fuck all that shit that they talkin' I'm really a psycho, really a psycho They rappin' about it but cap you ain't really a psycho, really a psycho Fuck all that shit that they talkin' I'm really a psycho, really a psycho Fuck all that shit that they talkin' I'm really a psycho, really a psycho [Dialogue: King Iso] Hehehe Niggas really 51 50 on this side though Bar for bar, they ain't sick like us Matter of fact Raided talk to these niggas [Verse 3: X-Raided] (R.A.P.) I'm Ready And Prepared They gon' Rape And Pillage again, I feel it in the air On their knees saying prayers, barely concealing despair This ain't Death Row but they gon' have to give me the chair Rationalize and Patronize their hateful lies Fast to say "hurry up wait and hide" Quick, chill, bunker down, be patient while they decide Put a mask on your face but that ain't a safe disguise (R.A.P.) A discussion wasn't optional Retreatin' And Poppin', Ruining Anything Proximal That's when I Realized Anything's Possible As long as the vision is Realistic And Probable Their machinations and manipulation's intolerable Irreconcilable differences, divisional doctrinals Don't get in the way of the juggernaut, don't be an obstacle Tech, Iso and X, fuck the industry: conjugal (Pause) Nigga you don't wanna get involved Fuck a first 48, your murder never gettin' solved In the water looking slaughtered, like you were bitten by Jaws When they find out what you did, I'll be forgiven and absolved Thinkin' they safe 'cause I evolved Fuck a hater forever, that ain't never gettin' resolved Since you lied, you'll lie in a drum of lye 'til you dissolve (Why?) You'll never be recovered by the law nigga Life is a bitch, a sadistic dominatrix This is for all the years I was sittin' calm and patient You can not erase it, clone, hone or replace it STRANGE (Gang) we're getting back to the basics I am The One that was summoned and nominated Had a horrible Oracle, but mentally beat The Matrix Look ahead of you, two hands holding a few Red and blue pills and I refuse to take it I can't fake it (No!)